#bugssss

@rebar2042 's boyos. Just had to draw them. Got me some good monochrome practice and centipede. o7

BAHAHAHAHAHHA MECORE

Some of my favorite parts of my sketchbook this year so far

some doodles

finally a good sonaria update

The booming voice of the lancer came from the entrance of the small cave-live crevace within the great labyrinth that is the Citadel, "BUGS-! Where the fuck'a you been, y'dull nut! I been callin' ya foreva!!" A bulky warboy strutted into the cave, following the recognizable sounds of stammering, muttering, and scuttling that was always the signal of his driver's presence. The warboy in question was huddled into one of the dark corners, hunched over something on the ground. He was cooing at it when the loud shouting made him jump, his hazy green eyes widened and he squeaked, "FUCK, MATE-!" He quickly stood up straight and tucked whatever he was cooing at in one of his many cargo pant pockets. The lancer grumbled and walked over, big beefy arms folded over one another and a barely-there brow arched high. He growled out with annoyance, "You were talkin' to tha crawlies again, weren't you? I shoulda known! Get yer ass back into the garage or I'll squish whatever ya found!" "Y-yessir, Rivet!" The driver, Bugs, gave a quick nod and scampered out the cave and down the seemingly never ending trails that eventually led him back to the main garage. He sighed and sat down by his vehicle. The cockroach in his pocket quickly found its way out and scuttled away, leaving the warboy feeling rather dejected and put-out. He could have had a new friend if Rivet hadn't come in-! Only a few more moments and that roachie could have been an ally..

LEMME THINK DAWG